A/N: This is my first Fifty Shades of Grey fic, so here goes!

Chapter 1

"I think I'm going to head home," I say to Kate as I set down my now empty martini glass.

"Why, we've just got here!" Kate whined childishly. "Ever since you and Mr. Mogul got together, I feel like I never get to see you anymore Ana."

"I know Kate. It's just- I promised Christian I would go straight back to Escala after work." I didn't know I would feel so guilty about not following orders.

"Controlling fucker, isn't he?" She said irritably, taking another sip of her drink.

I sigh. She has a point, my inner goddess admits. My heart pangs when I think of why my fifty is the way he is. "He means well, Kate. I usually ignore half of what he says," I concede to her. "But with everything going on with Jack Hyde, I don't want him to worry any more than he already is."

"I suppose, Steele," Kate huffs. "I'll let you off the hook this time, but one of these days I'm going to have you all to myself and your husband is going to have to deal with it. Capish?" I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing, imagining how Christian would respond to that. "You know, if I knew you were going to run off any marry the first man that took your fancy, I would have had us go drinking more often. I really thought you were pregnant."

I snort and shake my head. "Everyone thought I was pregnant Kate. My mom didn't believe me when I told her I wasn't pregnant." I pick up my purse. "She tried to buy us a bassinet as a wedding gift," I add dryly.

She bursts out laughing. "Are you serious?"

"I wish I wasn't. It was mortifying."

"Well, it gives you a special appreciation for Grace, I suppose," she giggles and takes one last sip of her martini.

"Do you want to come back to the apartment with me? We can watch a movie or something," I offer, standing up. From a few tables away, I notice Prescott and Sawyer make their way over to us.

She shakes her head. "No. If I leave now, I can catch Elliot for dinner." I sigh and my subconscious shakes her head at me. You're the one who didn't want to go to New York with him, she reminds me snidely.

"Are you okay, Ana?" She gives me a worried look as we pay the bartender for our drinks.

"I'm fine Kate. I just feel bad for coming out here when I said I wouldn't."

She rolls her eyes. "You're a woman. You changed your mind. He really shouldn't be that surprised."

"Are you ready to leave, Mrs. Grey?" Sawyer asks hopefully, and I can tell by the tone in his voice that Christian has already talked to him. I mentally groan. I'm so going to hear about this later… I nod.

We make our way across the busy bar towards the exit. "I don't know how you put up with him sometimes, Ana. I really don't," Kate tells me quietly. Prescott holds the door for us as Sawyer leaves to get the car. "If Elliot tried to pull that crap with me, he'd be sleeping on the couch."

I shrug. "He just wants to know that I'm safe. Honestly. He looks super controlling from a distance, but really that's all he wants."

Sawyer pulls the SUV around. Prescott opens the door for me and I climb inside. Kate slides in next to me. "He seems very complicated," she says gently, and I can tell she's fishing for information.

I roll my eyes. "You have no idea Kate. So how is Elliot?" I am suddenly thankful that she is so easy to distract.

Kate and I chit chat on the way back to our old apartment and before I know it, we're in front of the apartment. "Don't be a stranger, Ana," She says and pulls me into a hug.

"I won't. Promise," I say back. "Tell Elliot I say hi."

"I will." Kate gets out of the car and waves at me. "Bye!"

My mood turns south as soon as she closes the door. I can't seem to shake this melancholy feeling I've had since fifty left this morning. The fact that he's probably upset with me isn't helping either. "He's already called and yelled at you hasn't he," I ask Sawyer as we pull away from the curb.

"Err, yes Mrs. Grey he did," he says awkwardly glancing back in the review mirror. Prescott stays uncharacteristically silent next to him.

"Why didn't you let me talk to him?"

"He said not to, ma'am."

"Well, be sure to remind him what a good girl I am being next time he calls." I fail to try and keep the irritation out of my voice.

"Yes Mrs. Grey." The rest of the ride back to the apartment is silent. I stare out the window and watch the changing weather as I contemplate the upcoming fight when Christian gets home tomorrow night. I figure he'll calm down by the time he gets back. I've missed hanging out with Kate so much, that right now the argument seems worth it.

My stomach grumbles uncomfortably and I realize I haven't eaten anything since breakfast. I rifle through my purse looking for one of those granola bars Mrs. Jones packed for me this morning and I see the red blinking light on my blackberry. Shit! Christian! I fumble with the phone trying to turn it on. Five missed calls, a text and an email all from fifty. I open up the email with a grimace.

From: Christian Grey

Subject: Angry. You've not began to see angry.

Date: August 26, 2011 21:14 EST

To: Anastasia Grey

Anastasia

I strictly remember hearing you promise that you weren't going to go out with Kate. But yet, when I call Sawyer, there you are drinking cocktails in a bar with her. You have no idea how pissed off I am right now.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Christian Grey

CEO, Grey Enterprises Holdings Inc.

Shit! I really am in trouble. My heart sinks into my stomach. My subconscious glares at me. I don't know why you are so surprised Steele, she tells me. You knew you were asking for trouble when you decided to go out. I dial his number hesitantly, hoping it's not too late in New York. What is the time difference anyway? It rings once and goes straight to voice mail.

"Christian Grey. Leave a message." Well that's odd. He never turns his phone off…

I shake my head to clear my thoughts. "It's me," I say meekly. "I'm still in one piece. I'm sorry. I didn't think. Sawyer and Prescott are driving me back to Escala. I'll call you again when I get home. I Love you, bye." I turn the volume up on my blackberry and stash it back in my purse. Sighing, I turn my head and go back to staring out the window. More than ever, I wish I would have agreed to go with him. I hate being away from him.

We pull into the parking garage at Escala, and Sawyer shuts off the engine. Wordlessly, I climb out of the SUV and follow Sawyer to the elevator. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Prescott heading to the service elevator. "I'm sorry to get you in trouble Sawyer," I say, once the elevator starts moving.

Sawyer smirks. "It's no problem, ma'am. It's not the first time Mr. Grey's yelled at me and I'm sure it won't be the last."

"He is a handful, isn't he?" I sigh, as the doors open.

I stare blankly at the foyer. What is wrong with this picture? The vase in the center of the foyer is shattered on the floor, chunks of glass and flowers laying everywhere. The table has been knocked over, and the door to the entrance of the great room is dangling precariously from it hinge. I hear Sawyer curse softly next to me.

"I need to get you to the panic room Mrs. Grey," he whispers quickly and pulls his gun out of its holster. It finally dawns on me. Oh my god! Someone's broken into the apartment. My subconscious jumps behind a couch. He grabs me by the arm and pulls me behind him. I follow him stunned as he slowly leads to me into the great room. How could anyone get in here with all the security?

My stomach falls. Ryan was the only one here. I had Sawyer and Prescott, because I had to go out drinking after I said I wouldn't. I bite my lip. We silently creep through to the kitchen, and I can hear a commotion upstairs. Sawyer stops and tilts his head to listen. We hear a gun shot and then silence. My heart is beating wildly in my chest, and I have to fight back a wave of fear induced nausea. I feel Sawyer tug on my hand, and we're moving again. I can see Taylor's office up ahead as we pass Christian's study.

"We're almost there, Mrs. Grey-"

A thick arm wraps suddenly around my neck and I'm roughly pulled back. I scream . Sawyer whips around and pulls up his gun to aim, but it's too late. I can feel the cool metal of a gun pressed against the side of my head. I start to panic.

"Put the gun down, or say goodbye to Mrs. Grey," A familiar voice warns dangerously and the arm wraps tighter around my neck. His voice sends a shudder of fear down my spine and suddenly I can't breathe. It's Jack Hyde. Sawyer hesitates, I can tell he's trying to decide whether or not he can get a shot before… I steel myself and try not to think about the gun plastered to my head. Sawyer scowls and slowly bends over and sets his gun on the floor and kicks it over. "Well, hello darlin'. Miss me?" Jack whispers harshly into my ear. I glue my eyes shut in terror. Oh god! Christian!

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